"Damn Haven. You sure do look hot in my clothes," Ashley comments as I walk into the kitchen, where him and Andy is. Finally he's here! Ashley's dogs comes running up to me, their happy faces look up to me. I smile kneeling down to their level. Killer jumps up, his front paws on my leg. I pet his head, tickling behind his ear. Tokyo gets jealous and jumps up on the other leg, so I pet his head as well. I soon loss balance and fall down on my ass. Both dogs jumping over my legs. Andy and Ashley notice and laugh.
"Killer. Tokyo. Come on," Ashley snaps causing both dogs to stop what they are doing and running to him. "Go play outside," he points outside. Andy picks up a ball and throws it out the door. Both dogs bark and chase after it. Ashley walks over to me, holding his hand out.
"Thanks," I murmur, taking a firm grip as he pulls me up to my feet.
"Hey I'm here," Andy point out.
"I noticed," I giggle, running to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He wraps his arms around my shoulders,
"Well say bye bye to Ashley. We're off home," he tells me pulling away from the hug.
I turn to Ashley. "Thanks for letting me stay over," I smile.
"Anytime darling," he pulls me into a quick hug. "I'll catch you later.
"See ya," I smile, walking out with Andy leading.

"Haven I need to talk to you," Andy throws himself on the sofa. He picks the remote up, turning the tv on.
"What about?" I ask, sitting next to him.
"How do you feel about a BDSM relationship?" Andy asks.
My eyes widen with pure shock. What? Is he hinting he wants that sort of relationship with me? No, no, no, please Andy no. Even though I've never had any sort of relationship - ever - it doesn't mean I don't want it. It might be something I like, want or not. And there's only one way to find out but not with Andy. He's my best friend for heaven's sake, I'm not attracted to him like that.
"Andy I..." I'm soon cut off.
"Oh God no, Haven. I should of been clearer. It's not with me. Someone else, a friend, well a friend we know. He sort of wants to know," Andy explains, saving himself.
Thank God. I close my eyes in relieve. Anyway it would off come as a surprise if Andy is a guy that's into that. To me he never came across as one of those types.
"Who is it that want's to know?" I ask.
"I'm not allowed to say," Andy smirks. Oh come on really? And who's order is this anyway?
"How come?" I mentally pout, this is so unfair. I'm not going to answer until I know who it is. Andy has a lot of friends and there's a wide range of them I know it that it could be. It's going to be impossible to guess.
"His orders."
I groan, great he's not going to tell.
"Haven. Haven, look at me," Andy lifts my chin up so I'm looking at him directly in the eyes.
"Can I please have a answer? I need one. And if you're worrying about who it is, don’t be. Just trust me, please. I think you two would be good together. And do you think I would let just anyone be with my best friend in this way?” Andy reassures me. I take a breath still not knowing what to do. To be honest I’m scared of who wants to do this with me and why. Why does he have to keep it secret and go through Andy and not tell me himself. Coward.
“If I say yes and I come to find out I don’t want to do this then can I back out?” I ask, chewing my bottom lip.
“Sure you can.” That’s reassuring.
“Ok then. I’ll give it a go, I won’t know if I don’t try. Just tell him to be easy on me?” I murmur still processing all of this through my head.
Andy chuckles. “Of course I will and if he hurts you, tell me. I will enjoy beating him up.”
I giggle. “Can you please tell me who it is? I promise I won’t say anything,” I practically beg at him.
“Nope. Sorry a promise is a promise,” Andy smiles still enjoying my frustration.
“Andy,” I whine.
“Haven,” he whines back in a mocking tone. “Come on let’s go out and cheer you up.”
“They only way to cheer me up is to tell me who in interested in me,” I mutter, crossing my arms. I try my best to put on a serious looking face but fail.
“There’s another way that always cheers you up, no matter what,” Andy smirks. Oh no… Oh I hate him sometimes. He knows me far too well. “Cinema and what are the chances? Batman’s on,” he grins widely.

“Morning,” Ashley greets me as I walk into the kitchen. Whoa hold it, Andy did pick me up and take me home didn’t he? I’m no longer at Ashley’s house. I look around this is definitely Andy’s house so what is Ashley doing here? And making breakfast as well, which happens to be pancakes, which also happens to be my favorite. Someone else how knows me well but not as well as Andy. I don’t think anyone will know me as well as Andy does. Speaking of which where is he? Its 10:00am and he didn’t wake me up or leave a note on my bedside table.
“Morning. Where’s Andy?” I hop onto the counter near where Ashley is cooking the pancakes.
“Gone out.”
“Where?”
“No idea.”
“How long have you been here?” I ask as he sprinkles sugar onto the pancakes before handing them over to me. I take the plate and roll one of them up, taking a small bite at one end.
“About 2 hours,” Ashley mutters, clearing up the side where he was working.
“Two hours? What have you been doing in that time that didn’t involve waking me up?” I’m surprised he managed to stay out of trouble for that long.
“Magazine,” he holds up one of his Playboy magazine. Typical I should have known.
I roll my eyes while rolling up the other pancake and taking a bite out of one end. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking after you,” he simply says.
“I don’t need looking after,” I laugh.
“That’s not what Andy said,” Ashley murmurs while washing the pans.
“Is he paying you?” I ask taking another bite.
“No.”
"Where’s Killer and Tokyo?”
“At home in the garden. Done with the questions?”
“Yes.”
“Good. So what do you want to do?” he asks.
“I’m going for a shower and no you can’t join before you ask,” I tell him before he gets ahead of himself.
“Awwww,” he whines, pouting.
I stick my tongue out, hopping down. "Thanks for the breakfast," I smile before running upstairs. I quickly head into my bedroom and my bathroom where I turn the water on and allow it to warm up. I shut the door, locking it in case Ashley tries to piss me off by sneaking in and sitting on the toilet seat waiting till I come out. And it won't be a first he's done it. I strip from my pjs and hop in. I allow the warm water to heat my body up as I run water though my hair. I quickly wash it with shampoo, rise and do the same but with conditioner, but keeping it in for a while longer as I wash the rest off my body. I rise off all the soap suds and rise the conditioner from my hair. I turn the water off and step out into the steamed up bathroom. I pull a large black towel from the side and wrap it securely around my body then another smaller one for my hair.
I step out into the coldness of my bedroom to be greeted with Ashley who's sat watching from my bed.
"What the hell?" I jump a little not expecting it.
"Andy told me to look after you," he smirks.
"Piss off," I growl. "Go read you magazines like you was in the two hours you've been here."
"Now why would I do that when there's going to be a live strip right in front of me?" he lays back smirking. I roll my eyes, can he be anymore himself?
"Out," I point to the door. He let's out a sigh of defeat.
"Fine I'm going," he murmurs and drags his feet outside.
With Ashley gone I carry on getting ready and I'm not going out at all today, I change into denim jeans and a oversize BVB jumper. I throw my up into a ponytail and head downstairs where Ashley is sat in the living room, reading his magazine. No surprise there then. I quietly sit next to him and flick the tv on to be faced with - yet again - more porn, and on Andy's T.V!
"Ashley that is gross," I divert my eyes to anywhere but the tv.
"Hmm. What?" he asks looking up. "Oh Haven I didn't know you was into this."
"I'm not. What the hell are you watching that on Andy's tv?" I point across to it without looking.
"I'm not. I haven't watched tv," he tells me.
"How do I know you're telling the truth?" I raise an eyebrow.
"I've been reading my magazine. I didn't know Andy has porn on his tv," Ashley tells me.
"So you mean Andy's been watching this?" I ask taking a quick glance back over to the tv.
"Yup," Ashley mutters taking the remote from me and flicking through the channels.
"Eww I never thought Andy was one to watch this kind of stuff," I shiver at the thought. He's never came across at that type and he doesn't look like the sort of person to watch it. He's too innocent looking.
"Me either. Let's go see if he has a hidden stash of DVD's," Ashley grins happily.
"Let's not," I pull him back onto the sofa. He pouts, crossing his arms.
"Your no fun," he mutters. "Come on. I want to know what shit he has," he drags me upstairs.
"Ashley I'm pretty sure going though someone elses collection of porn is illegal," I groan as he opens Andy's bedroom door. "And why don't you just ask him?"
"Nahh it's more fun this way and it's not illegal," he tells me searching under the bed. "Bingo."
I groan, he's found them at a guess. He pulls a box out from under his bed. Great, he has. I sit on the edge of the bed watching him as he flicks through the DVD's. We're going to be busted if Andy comes home and finds us both in his room. He hates people going through his stuff and messing his room up, even though it's sometimes a mess anyway. But his argument always stands, that he knows where everything is so it can't be a mess.
"When you are finished, can we go back downstairs and continue with our lives?" I ask.
"Maybe," Ashley mutters in a trance over Andy's DVD's.
"What are you doing in here?" I deep voice suddenly speaks making me and Ashley jump. I look over to the door to see Andy smirking. He strolls closer to us.
"Looking at your porn. Fuck Andy you have some good shit in here," Ashley comments. Andy chuckles.
"Why?" Andy asks, sitting next to me on the bed.
Ashley takes a deep breath before answering. "Because Haven turned the tv on and a porn channel came on and accused me off watching it. So I told her it wasn't me and we thought it was you and I decided to check out if you do have any other DVD's. Can I borrow this?" Ashley holds up a DVD. I groan, collapsing back onto the bed.
"Sure," Andy chuckles.
"Thanks. Oh my god, Andrew Dennis Biersack I didn't know you was into this," Ashley comments.
"Into what?" I'm suddenly fascinated, and shoot up.
"Bondage," Ashley smirks, holding up handcuffs and ropes. My eyes widen, to say I knew Andy for years, this I did not know. And I don't think I wanted to. He is far from innocent little Andy now.
"Piss off Ash," Andy quickly mutters, grabbing them from his and hand stuffing them back under the bed.
"So how many chicks have you..." Ashley starts.
"Fuck off," Andy tells him, kicking his DVD box back under the bed.
"Oh come on. Give me all the details," Ashley whines.
"No. You'll enjoy it too much," Andy tells him.
"Go find a blonde haired chick to fuck, that would keep your mind occupied for a while," I mutter.
"I will and I think I've already found one," Ashley smirks over to me.
"And not me," I quickly chip in, not giving him time to answer.
"You said blonde haired chick, which you are," he smirks, poking my nose.

An hour later, Ashley went home with his new DVD to watch and leaving me and Andy alone. Since knowing Andy's secret, which he made Ashley swear not to tell anyone else, I decide to ask him some questions. Seeing someone wants a BDSM relationship with me I might as well ask Andy what I need to know and everything about it. I walk into his bedroom where he's writing songs. He hears me come in and peers over his notepad.
"Andy, can I ask you something?" I ask a little scared about the whole thing.
"Sure darling. What is it?" he sits up as I make my way over, sitting cross legged on the bed.
"You know you said someone wants a BDSM relationship with me. What does that exactly mean?"
Andy sighs. "It's a relationship where you, the submissive, give him, the Dominant, ultimate control over you to do as they want. I'm surprised you said that you'll give it ago."
"What does BDSM stand for?" I ask making myself sound completely stupid. I should of at least Googled some part of this.
"Oh my God Haven do you know what you're getting yourself into? At all?" Andy asks shocked.
"No," I say slowly, shaking my head. He groans.
"Why didn't you say anything? I'm not letting you get into one of those relationships if you don't know anything about it."
"Well then tell me," I urge him to continue. Andy sighs, running his hand through his hair.
"BDSM stands for Bondage and Discipline, Domination and Submission, Sadism and Mascoshism," he starts. Which so far has helped by a small amount. "Why can't you just Google this for yourself?" he groans.
"No Andy I want you to tell me," I beg. I'd rather hear the information I need to know rather than read a whole Wikipedia page about it and be confused as that what Wikipedia is designed to do in my books.
"Fine. I'll give you what I know but it's different with every Dominant or Master, and what they like. It's a lot of kinky sex and bondage and punishment," Andy begins. My eyes widen, holy shit. "It all depends on what the Dominant likes but some like hardcore bondage while others just go for tieing up with chains or rope and nothing too extreme, same goes for the punishment. There's also role playing as well which is really cool, where you dress up in different outfits and everything. I don't know Haven you're going have to find out from him because you both need to be aware of each others limits, what you like and don't like and safety parts of it. But if you do want to go but too scared of telling him to be easy, then I will tell him the next time I see him. But you really have nothing to be scared off because you're going to have to tell him some things for yourself." Whoa, there's a whole lot more too it than I first thought. Role playing is cool? Do I want to know how he knows that? He is definitely far from innocent little Andy.
"But Andy I don't know who it is that's the problem. I can't say yes or no to anything," I groan, getting pissed off with the whole 'who fucking wants a BDSM relationship with me' shit.
"I think you'll find that's not the problem, Haven. Because you want to say yes. If you didn't want a relationship like this then you would of stopped me or said no straight away, but you didn't. You want to go into the relationship but you're scared to say yes straight away or even say yes because you don't know who it is. Trust me Haven, I will not ask you if the guy is an ass. Ok he is a little bit but there's a reason why I said yes, I would tell you," Andy tells me.
"And what was the reason?" I ask.
"I'll tell you another time," he answers after a moment of silence.
"Fine," I groan knowing that I will not get an answer out of him. Instead I ask. "Can you show me how I might be tied up or something?"
"Really?" he asks completely shocked.
"Yeah. Well you're my best friend and I just want to see what it feels like," I murmur.
"Ok then. Lay on the bed," he sits up, moving his papers off so I can lay down. I watch as he walks to his closest and gets something out which I'm unable to see. I move back and lay on the bed so my head is resting on the pillow. "Arm up," Andy commands. I obey lifting my arms up above my head.
"Ok I'm going to use handcuffs on you because they won't leave a huge ass mark like some bonding stuff might. But it depends on how easily you mark," he takes each of my hands in turn and lock them in the handcuffs before attaching the other end to the bed frame. Once he's done, I tug on them testing the strength. Andy strolls down to the bottom of the bed and again cuff my feet to the bed frame.
"Alright I've used rope but I haven't tied it tight so please don't tug too hard. But that's probably basic bondage. It stops you moving," he stands back admiring his work. "How do you feel?"
"Alright I guess," I murmur.
"Cool," he unties the rope and unlocks the handcuffs. "So what do you say? Want to Google it more or are you ready to give me an answer?"
"Can I give it a go?" I ask.
"Sure. Now I'm hungry. What do you want?" Andy asks placing the ropes and handcuffs away. Much of a topic change? Going from BDSM to food.
"Let's just order pizza. I'm too lazy to cook," I murmur.
"Me too. Pizza it is!"